it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
matociquala

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So I went climbing tonight. I'm still not entirely recovered from my cold, as my cardio condition has not bounced back yet, but I am getting there. I skinned the everloving heck out of my left hand, too, as I wiped out really spectacularly on my second route. Whee! Okay, I scared myself and my belayer both half to death, but nobody died, so it was all right. But anyway, I am going to go get jiggy with my heating pad, a glass of wine, and some naproxen in just a minute here.

I also did most of my pre-deathmarch grocery shopping today. I should, with luck, not need to buy anything except beverages, dairy products, and fresh produce until the book is done, and I have a wide range of convenience foods to subsist on while I grovel through. (I also have the page proofs for Ink & Steel, which means my grovel through those starts tomorrow.) Ahh, the glamour! Actually, it feels good to be contemplating being back in the saddle again. I always feel so useless when I'm not writing.

However, this does mean that I don't know if I'm making I-Con. We're going to have to see how that goes. 

So anyway, my kitchen is totally stocked for the apocalypse. Tomorrow, I need to buy flour and olives, but other than that--

Well here. This was the (partial--there's also stuff on the door) frozen steamed bun (and frozen soup, because I have also been hoarding soup and curries against March) situation in my freezer before I packed in the dead animal parts.




And that's despite having forgotten to buy sesame buns....
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